The prophet had him riding a donkey,
so, too, the gospel writers.
A sign, they say,
of his humility,
that he was a normal bloke,
like the rest of us.
The god-man,
entering the city in triumph
on the back of an ass.
If he came today,
in triumph or otherwise,
perhaps he might look beyond
the donkey.
Just maybe
he might employ
the pantomime horse;
in recognition of all the human madness,.
and the apparent foolishness
of this strange divine plan.
Jesus the clown;
he’d laugh at himself,
choosing the rear end,
making Peter or James take the head.
Look, here is your God,
laugh at him / her;
and learn to laugh at yourselves
while you are at it.
in laughter there are also tears;
in laughter there is truth.

© Ken Rookes 2014


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